The Faintheart, the Fool, the Cynic and the Lover.

[gio1saints]

Just suppose you chanced upon a dusty old bottle of scrumpy outside the exits of SMS on a bleak Saturday early evening . A disappointing display and defeat has blighted another evening and week ahead. You open it and instead of cider a red white and black suited genie emerges - and not only that but its got a passing resemblance to Kevin Keegan - but I digress, the saintly genie offers you a choice of one, but only one, of the above titles. 

He adds that whichever you choose will be marked upon your gravestone for eternity next to a Saints crest. 

Not only that but if you should ever try switch then a lightening bolt will strike you dead there and then. 

The moral of this made up modern fable should be clear : we are all fainthearts, fools, cynics and lovers of Saints at different times. But if only one was to be on your tombstone forever which, genuinely, would you wish for? 
 😇

Edited February 27 by gio1saints

[trousers]

[Give it to Ron]

Can it be a bottle of Bowman’s Wallops Wood instead of scrumpy?

[Lighthouse]

Meth. Not even once.

[Holmes_and_Watson]

The dystopian setting and unflinching, rawness of it's brutality cast and scenes, allows a remove through which the themes of power, corruption, loyalty and lust become even more informing.

Helen Mirren, in her pre-sponsorship Ajax-themed kit, begins in an unassuming left midfield role. Yet, denied a transfer to the club she loves, becomes the centre of the finale, getting the winning goal. Sadly her success takes her from both the brutality of the club she was with, but also beyond the transfer budget of her beloved club. A pyrrhic victory of love, revenge and control

Hang on, how did The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover go again?

[Turkish]

I heard the bar tender and the thief were lovers, stole what they need like sisters and brothers

make of that what you will

[Holmes_and_Watson]

Gio's mistake, in getting replies, here was...

"You open it and instead of cider a red white and black suited genie emerges - and not only that but its got a passing resemblance to Kevin Keegan..."

I can't be the only one to have realised that having a mini-Keegan in a bottle would be a dream come true. That's been taking up most of my thoughts on the topic.

Presumably, you get the 3 wishes.

1) Change the suit to a Saints Ajaxy kit, mini-Keegan

2) Change the scrumpy bottle to a decent sized, clear jar.

2) Create a mini Nigel Adkins in a bottle just like yours, genie-Keegan.

3 wishes, well spent.

Above: Putting the team together on the tactics table. Look at the short distances between them! Perfect for short passing, high tempo possession football!

To actually answer the question, Saints Lover

Faintheart - Fine in early supporting years (Lawrie years), but nosebleeds at the high Premier League positions (however brief they were) in more recent years. It's the hope that gets you.

Fool - Could have supported any "big" club. Just imagine you were them... 🙂

Cynic - A perfectly natural outlook, to prevent getting your hopes up. Ever. Takes the edge off the inevitable disappointment.

But your club chooses you, and you love it through thick and thin...and thinner.

Edited February 28 by Holmes_and_Watson